My husband ignored my emergency C-section to celebrate with his first love—four days later, one nurse’s quiet sentence made him realize he’d lost everything

than being alone outside one.

Mark stared at the words until they blurred.

Below that, Emily had written one more line.

After they’re born, I can’t keep teaching him how to choose us.

He closed the notebook.

Night settled over the house.

He did not turn on the lights.

At 9:42 p.m., his phone buzzed.

Madison.

He almost ignored it.

Then he answered.

“Mark,” she continue reading …